My co-workers and I are all hooked up to iTunes, which means we can listen to each other's music and decide who has the best taste. The person with lots of Dave Matthews? Ew. The person with lots of Al Green? Now we're talking.

Today I've been listening to the new Bruce Springsteen album We Shall Overcome. It is, without question, one of the best albums I've heard in the past three years. And as I used to have all the music-editing duties here, that's a lot of music. The six-minute "O Mary Don't You Weep" is the best antidote to depression I could ever recommend. It should be the official song of The Trouble With Spikol. Don't weep! ’Cause the Boss rules!

But here's the confession: After two listens to Springsteen's newest, which is actually prompting me to visit a record store in the flesh, I discovered that the same person with Dave Matthews and Coldplay also has ... wait for it ... Elton John's Greatest Hits. And I'm afraid to say that's winning the iTunes battle of the day. It may be crap, but I'M LOVING IT.

"Your Song," "Levon," "Tiny Dancer" (which always happily reminds me of Almost Famous), "Rocket Man"—what could be better?

Oh dear. I'm embarrassed. And singing aloud.

[This photo represents the brief historical moment when Elton John had something in common with Tom Wolfe.]